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Numbers Game ~ Part 24

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 4295

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Summary: The party has started, but you are adrift. Can you keep pretending with proof of your lovers' betrayal standing before you?

Author's Note: ⚫ !! IMPORTANT TW !! ⚫ We have had quite a bit of blood and pain in this story so far, but this chapter contains the use of a knife during sex. I have bracketed that section off with these symbols ~~~⚫⚫⚫~~~ and you won't miss the story if you skip it! There's aftercare and more smut after that section, so PLEASE DO NOT READ if self harm, knives, or blood may be triggering for you. EXTRA NOTE: This series is about villains, and was always meant to have blood and violence. I won't be able to section off everything, but I know how triggering a scene like this one can be. Please skip it, and know that you are not alone!! 💜

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!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Grief, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Blowjobs, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Pain Kink, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“I don’t believe you were on the guest list, Mr. Sylvad.”

Mihawk’s cold, dangerous voice didn’t make sense. Lies. Pretend.

They sold me.

“My apologies,” Uncle Cedrick charmed. Your body turned to ice while he held your hand limply, as if he’d forgotten you were there. “Ambassador Siggins was called away for a last minute family emergency, and he was gracious enough to offer me his ticket. I’ve been looking forward to visiting with my dear niece, and meeting her esteemed employers. Perhaps we can share a nightcap after the party? I’d love to–”

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

Some wicked part of you felt a thrill at the sight of Uncle Cedrick’s eyes going wide with fear. Your body and mind hadn’t decided on what to feel, or trust, or give a fuck about anymore, but you instinctively put yourself between your uncle, and the seemingly furious ex-warlord whose hook was inching closer to him.

“Don’t make a scene. They’ll all turn on you, and you’ll never make another berry for the rest of your lives.”

You felt the violent stillness from both of the domineering forms at your sides, but neither moved.

“Always so shrewd, niece,” Uncle winked, his breath shifting back to his confident ease. “Besides, you know I never travel without insurance. If I’m not back safe on my ship to make a certain call at a certain time, then my location will be leaked to sooo many friends. You know my friends, don’t you, smarty?”

“I know,” you breathed, voice low while you fought to swallow every horrible feeling flooding your body.

“Of course you do,” he gloated, pulling his hand away before touching your face when he glanced at the men beside you. “You were always so smart. See you inside, dear.”

“Rabbit–”

“Sweetheart–”

“Don’t cause a scene.”

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🗡️🔴⏰~~~

“Was it really necessary to cause a scene? The other tavern had much better wine.”

“I didn’t cause the scene,” Shanks smirked, leaning in close while he teased. “I just beat up the asshole that did. No one messes with my friends… Besides, if you drink enough of the cheap shit, it gets the job done.”

Shanks laughed when Mihawk rolled his eyes in a very different way than he planned on making him later. He walked his fingers across the bar, but the swordsman pulled his hand away before they touched.

“Well, Red Hair,” he challenged, a tiny smirk making Shanks’ breath catch, “how many bottles will you be bringing up to the room? How many will get the job done?”

“How many can you carry,” Shanks rasped, eyes glued to that pretty mouth.

~~~

Shanks was grinning.

Mihawk was trying not to.

How many years? How many times had they ended up like this?

And how many more times would he fucking beg for it?

“Please, daddy,” Mihawk whined, “need…”

“Tell me,” Shanks chuckled, digging his nails into Mihawk’s skin while he gripped his face. “What does my slutty, little boy need, huh? You gonna be a greedy whore? Gonna beg me to do so many, filthy things to you?”

“Please–”

“Knew it, you selfish brat,” Shanks scolded, shoving the side of Mihawk’s face against the wall. “What are you gonna give Daddy in return?”

“Everything, please,” Mihawk begged. He tore off his clothes while Shanks kept his face pinned, these moments with the red haired pirate being the only times he didn’t give a fuck about where his clothes landed. “Take everything, daddy, take–”

“Such a desperate whore for me,” Shanks hummed, an evil grin on his face as he released the other man from his grip. “Tell me what you want, and I might be nice. If I think you deserve it.”

Mihawk’s eyes rolled back, the wicked promise in Shanks’ voice giving him so much pleasure and comfort, he didn’t know what to do with it. He fell to his knees, pleading.

~~~⚫⚫⚫~~~

“Make me bleed,” he begged, pulling a knife from his pile of pretty clothes. “Please, daddy. Take my blood, let me–”

“My little freak,” Shanks huffed a laugh, following his friend to his knees. “How would you live without me?”

“I– fuck!”

“My pretty boy,” Shanks purred, dropping the bloody knife so he could smear all that red across Mihawk’s perfect chest. “This what you needed?”

“Y-yes, p-please,” Mihawk shook, back arching while he twitched, his eyes rolling white.

“Need your daddy to hurt you?”

Mihawk was shivering, whimpering, moaning when Shanks showed off those red fingers.

“Poor thing. Let me give my little freak what he needs.”

There was nothing like this.

“Such a perfect body, and you want me to rip it to shreds?”

“Gods, yes. Pleeease.”

Shanks would never have thought to do this with a lover, but Mihawk was hypnotizing. How could he not give him what he craved when he begged and whined for it like this? When the “Marine Hunter” would debase himself, would do anything Shanks asked him to, just to feel this?

“Tell you what, selfish brat,” Shanks taunted, just starting to ghost the tip of the blade along Mihawk’s skin. “Lay down, let me watch my little pain slut jack himself off, and I’ll keep ruining this pretty chest of yours until you come.”

Shanks gave a pleased laugh, deep and dark, while Mihawk fell to the floor, his back arching as he let out a pathetic, needy moan.

“Not gonna last long, are you,” he challenged. “Prove how much you want it, whore. Don’t stop touching yourself, or you won’t get any pain at all.”

“Yes, daddy,” the swordsman breathed, getting to work.

Beautiful.

Shanks paused for just a moment, stunned again by his powerful rival turned friend. Stunned by how wickedly perfect he was. Stunned by how much he wanted him. He’d almost forget just how much every time they drifted apart again.

“Da—“

“Don’t be impatient,” Shanks purred as he teased the blade down Mihawk’s side. He hummed at the twitching, near panicked body he had so much control over. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your pathetic slut, daddy’s whore, your— fuuck, Shaaanks.”

Mihawk could barely see with his eyes fluttering and rolling, but he caught that look on his friend's face.

Shanks was fucking glorious, the power he exuded like sweet poison. The swordsman would never let another touch his skin with a blade, would never admit this weakness to another soul. Yet, Shanks… He was perfect. Beautiful. Strong.

And he controlled him so well.

The teasing scrape of the blade turned to unreal pleasure as it pressed into his skin. Mihawk didn’t know why he was like this. Didn’t know when it started, but he didn’t fucking care.

That sharp sting of the knife slicing down, and the heat of the blood he could feel tickling along his skin, had him coming in his hand within the same breath. He bucked and moaned as ropes and ropes of come covered his stomach, his chest, the column of his throat.

~~~⚫⚫⚫~~~

“You did so well,” Shanks rasped, leaning down to taste the weak whimpers and whines still lingering on those lips. “How’s my pretty boy doing?”

“I…” he tried, breathless, with the hint of tears shining in his golden eyes. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You know I’ve always got you,” Shanks promised. He breathed those words along Mihawk’s skin, trailing soft touches, and teasing nails across that magnificent, painted body to bring out more delicious sounds and shakes. “Just relax, baby. Breathe for me.”

Mihawk couldn’t understand. Couldn’t believe the pleasure that Shanks gave him. That he let Shanks give him. There was no one else he could trust. No one else he respected. No one he wanted…

“Shanks…”

The red haired pirate chuckled at Mihawk’s reaching fingers, kissing the man’s temple to soothe that tension.

“Don’t rush, bright eyes. Just feel good for me. We'll get you cleaned up in a bit, then you can show daddy how grateful you are.”

Mihawk could never admit that the weak sound that left his throat was a sob, but he stopped caring when Shanks kept touching him, kissing him, dragging nails down his skin, just enough to make him moan.

He’d never felt safer.

~~~

“Look at you.”

Clean and bandaged, with his black hair still damp from the shower, the swordsman’s breath caught at Shanks’ hushed words, at the way he watched him crawl across the small bed.

Those brown eyes were too soft. Mihawk shivered under that gaze before he found what he was looking for.

“Just like that, baby. So good for me.”

The praise made him dizzy, dizzier than the swollen cock he’d licked and teased before swallowing deep, his watery eyes still locked on the soft, brown ones above him.

“I love it when you do that,” Shanks hummed when Mihawk massaged his balls, still taking that veiny shaft down his throat, so fucking deep. “Such a good boy for daddy. I’m close, keep those lovely eyes on me.”

Mihawk moaned around his cock, and Shanks couldn’t handle the look on his friend's face. He fisted that damp, black hair, and took control, just like his swordsman needed. Fingers gripping tight, demanding, taking and taking as he shoved that pretty face up and down his cock like a beautiful toy.

“Fuck yeah. You love being daddy’s little whore, love taking everything I fucking give you, huh?”

The pleasure of the new pain sent the swordsman to blissful twitching, not caring if he choked, wanting it, wanting to be used.

“Fucking take it. Take daddy’s come, show me how much— fuckin’ hells. You feel so fucking good. Swallow it all like a good boy.”

Those soft eyes and those desperate eyes stayed connected, fighting against the instinct to thrash, to writhe, to look away. They stayed connected until Mihawk’s throat took every last drop of Shanks’ pleasure, the giving and taking between them like another spar, a dance between too-friendly rivals.

“Come here,” Shanks purred, his lovely smile making the swordsman feel the urge to frown. Instead, he moved to sit against the headboard with his friend, hoping the barkeep was still downstairs so he could book another room to sleep in.

The safety Mihawk had felt was dwindling fast, being replaced by the need to leave, to pretend he hadn’t let himself be so weak.

But he supposed a few more minutes of resting by his red haired rival wouldn’t hurt.

~~~

Shanks felt light, almost high, when Mihawk crawled up the bed to lean against him. He was staying. Staying still for once. The red haired pirate let his fingers travel along that perfect skin covered in new and old scars, taking in Mihawk’s intoxicating scent. Taking in every feeling he tried not to carry when they were apart.

“Hey, Hawk?”

“Mm, what is it,” the swordsman drawled, fighting with the exhaustion that was trying to convince him to stay.

The red haired pirate didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to risk losing his courage, so he pulled away just enough to look into those golden eyes.

“I love you.”

Mihawk thought he must have fallen asleep, but it was too real. The scent of their bodies. The sting of the wound on his chest. Those gorgeous, soft eyes.

“Please,” Mihawk laughed. The cruelty in his own voice felt like a storm he couldn’t stop, only watch as it tore through the world. “Love is boring.”

“What?”

Shanks tried to keep that lightness. To pretend he wasn’t hearing this, wasn’t watching those cold eyes go deadly.

“Don’t be boring, Shanks,” Mihawk sighed as he pulled back. The safety he’d felt was a lie, ripped away. He couldn’t think, couldn’t take in whatever that look was on his rival’s face. He just needed to leave.

To be alone. Safe.

“Hawk,” Shanks breathed, staring at the swordsman while he pulled on those fancy clothes. He brought his shaky hand to the sheets, focusing on controlling his breath, his heart, so that his friend wouldn’t hear just how fucking deep he’d wounded him. He didn’t want to feel this, just wanted to shove it down.

“See you next time, Red Hair.”

Shanks couldn’t shove it down. The door closed, and every good feeling he’d ever had seemed to rush out of the room with it. Every good feeling he’d just had in this shitty room turned tortuous as he tried not to suffocate in it. Every word, every touch, every look in those golden eyes.

“Fuck…”

The red haired pirate managed not to yell, not to destroy. He managed not to leave this inn to find another at the risk of running into his friend. He managed to finish all of those opened bottles on the floor while he tried not to choke on the painful heat in his throat.

Shanks managed to drink enough to blame his tears on the liquor, and to lie to himself that he was fine. That he would get over it.

He’s heartless. A pirate without a fucking crew. Dracule Mihawk isn’t capable of love. I should have known he couldn’t love me.

He can’t love anyone.

Those thoughts weren’t as comforting as he wanted them to be.

Mihawk’s thoughts were not as clear as he needed them to be. Not as calm, not as empty, not as safe.

The way he’d fled that room, and avoided that hurt gaze, made him fight to keep steady.

What was he thinking? Ridiculous. Idiotic. How could we even—

Not even worth entertaining. Boring.

Mihawk ran from the feelings within him just as he'd run out of that room, out of that tavern. He ran and shut the door, pretending that it meant nothing.

He stuffed every thought of it away. Every thought of those soft, brown eyes away until he forgot what it was he was truly running from.

Something that couldn’t be real, and could never be safe.

Mihawk could never risk feeling safe.

He could never risk the idiocy, or the blindness, of something as boring as love.

~~~⏰🗡️🔴⏰~~~

~~~~~~

“Welcome, welcome, fine guests, to the Cross Guild’s very first gala affair,” Buggy’s voice boomed, bright and shining on that small stage while he addressed the gathered crowd. “Before our main event, we’ll enjoy a delightful dinner accompanied by the flashiest show you’ve ever seen.”

Buggy winked for the crowd, yet even though you knew it was really for you, you couldn’t feel a thing. Just the ice trailing down your spine.

“For now, please help yourselves to the hors d'oeuvres, enjoy an aperitif, and dance, before we all make too much berry on wicked things.”

Your clown was a bit more reserved than his usual shows, with a mesmerizing lightness to his movements, his body floating just slightly within his clothes. Yet he’d dialed up his dark charm, the tantalizing danger that so many of these bored, high society leeches were hungry for. Just enough to titillate, not enough to scare them away. Buggy had listened to your notes, adjusting his act just enough to still be his, yet still appeal to this privileged group. The excited buzzing of the vultures around you told you that he’d hit his mark.

Galdino nodded at you as you scanned the crowd, his eyes flicking back to watching the select group of pirates they’d deemed appropriate guests to not frighten away the potential backers.

Part of your mind was in work mode, going over every detail, deciding which asshole to shmooze first.

The rest of you was gone. Shaking. You could feel his stare.

Uncle was smirking at you over his drink. He wasn’t paying attention to the leeches at his side that were trying to bask in his glow as if the Sylvad wealth could rub off on people.

They sold me.

“Dance with me, little rabbit.”

Mihawk bowed his head a bit, those dangerous fingers reaching for yours. There were only a handful of couples on the floor, and your employers weren’t supposed to touch you.

He sold me. He’s throwing me away just to line his pockets. Never real, just pretend.

Uncle Cedrick’s charming laugh carried over the music, finally giving the other guests some attention. You could still feel his eyes.

“I’m a terrible dancer.”

“You don’t need to dance,” he smirked, taking your hand in his before leading you toward that gleaming floor. “I’ll do all the work. Just let your body listen to mine. I know you can do that, rabbit.”

Mihawk didn’t give the tease his usual force. It didn’t knock you off your feet, but it was enough to make you sigh, relaxing your shoulders just a bit.

“Breathe with me, love,” the swordsman soothed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting as his hypnotic voice washed over you. “No one else exists. Nothing else exists. Just our bodies, our breath, and the music. Will you believe that with me? Will you dance with me, darling?”

“Okay,” you whispered, your body shaking for him now.

Just a little more pretending.

~~~~~~

~~~🐊🔴🐊🔴~~~

Shanks was haunting the corner bar, downing his third aperitif, and trying to ignore the stares he kept getting.

Oh, yeah. I’m Red Haired Shanks.

He chuckled to himself before returning his focus to her, watching Hawk treat her like she was precious, watching him care for her, dance with her. Yet her eyes were still empty.

Y/N. It’s my fault she’s… I thought I was such a good man. So fucking egotistical—

“Red Hair,” came a gruff voice, accompanied by the thud of a golden hook onto the pretty bar top.

“Sir Crocodile,” Shanks replied, still watching her. He finally glanced over after a too-long pause, surprised to find the larger man looking almost pained. “What’s going on?”

Crocodile didn't want to do this. Didn't want to say this.

He wanted to gut this man, then suck the life out of him until all that was left was his stupid, red hair.

I don’t want to be a monster to her. Not to them.

“Will you protect them,” he choked out, forcing the painful words past his lips. It felt like admitting defeat, and his body raged against it. “Will you take care of them?”

Shanks forgot to breathe from the shock of what he thought he’d just heard.

“What—“

“If they choose you, I won’t stop them. If you swear you’ll take care of them, all of them, then I won’t stand in your way.”

…

Crocodile almost lost it, almost reached for the man’s throat. Hesitation was fucking unacceptable.

Shanks felt like he’d plummeted to the bottom of the ocean, dark, heavy thoughts drowning him in a silent death.

This monster, this villain, cares enough to let them all go.

What does that say about me?

“I swear. I’ll protect them. I’ll care for them. I’ll—“

“Good,” Crocodile snarled, holding himself back like a wild beast. Like a monster. “Y/N’s uncle crashed the party, and she won’t let us kill him yet. I’m gonna put you at his table. See what you can find out about him.”

Shanks went to stand from his stool, all those words not fully registering. He stumbled just a bit, and Crocodile let out a vicious growl.

“For fuck’s sake, are you drunk already?”

“Not even close,” Shanks sighed, steadying himself. He couldn’t seem to find his balance in this upside-down world.

“Get your shit together. If you show me you can’t protect them, then I won’t care what they want, I wont care what I want, I’ll just fucking kill you.”

“What do you want?”

Shanks stared up into that frightening face, and couldn’t understand. Couldn��t believe.

“I want them all to be safe and happy. Don’t make me regret trusting you.”

Crocodile felt like his organs were boiling with the need to end this man. To end this man that was taking what’s his. He stared down into stupid, brown eyes, grinding his teeth against his rage.

“I want the same thing.”

“Then prove it,” Crocodile spat, leaving Shanks to sway.

Buggy…

I have to tell him.

The Emperor of the Sea floated through the crowd to sneak backstage again, hoping he could figure out the next right thing to do.

Hoping he could prove it.

~~~🐊🔴🐊🔴~~~

~~~~~~

“You look absolutely enchanting tonight, love.”

“There’s no need to brag about your work.”

The tease left your lips like a miracle, and Mihawk’s eyes filled with that lovely mix of annoyance and pride that you seemed so skilled at drawing out of him.

“My vicious rabbit is always stunning, even when I don’t get my hands on her,” he teased back, still perfectly guiding your body along the dance floor. “Though I certainly enjoy the honor.”

You barely heard the satisfied hum he let out when you shivered, yet his voice was still too much. His voice was a drug, just like his eyes, his scent, and his wicked, wicked fingers.

Mihawk was pleasure, seduction, desire. The pain he added to that intoxicating mix only made you crave him more. He made you feel so many things. Hard things. Soft things. Addictive things. Your eyes fluttered as you fought to stop thinking this way about the man that sold you.

Just for daydreams. Not real.

~~~~~~

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

Perfect.

She’s perfect.

Mihawk wanted to kill every single soul in the room, just so he could hear only her. Hear only her lovely heart, beating against his. He could hear it all, but he needed more, needed her.

He needed to keep that spark in Y/N’s eyes. His breath had caught at that glimpse of her, at her brave, little tease. That attitude he ached to punish and praise, and never go a day without hearing.

Everything. Mihawk wanted everything with her.

“Little rabbit?”

“Mhm?”

The world’s greatest swordsman was bested by this strange, lovely girl. The effort, the bravery it took to keep going was almost insurmountable.

“I’m not pretending.”

Y/N stiffened at those whispered words, and his hands had to control her, carry her even more, forcing her body to follow his dance.

“Please…”

“I know I don’t deserve you, but I’ll do anything, darling. Anything to watch you. To watch how your beautiful mind works, to see you be fierce, to hold you when you’re tired.”

Mihawk felt high. He’d finally forgotten the rest of the world existed. Nothing but Y/N in his arms.

Now that he’d started, he couldn’t seem to stop. When she rested her cheek against his chest for a moment, Mihawk almost fell to his knees. She breathed him in before showing him that tiny spark of her, still burning behind those beautiful eyes.

“You’re not tricking me,” Y/N questioned, her voice hesitant, wounded. It tore his insides to shreds to hear her in pain. To know that he’d been the cause. “You didn’t sell me?”

“Rabbit…”

Why didn’t I see what she was before? She believes I could… would I have?

Guilt almost stole his breath, his courage.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. There are no excuses for a villain like me,” he breathed, lost in her, needing her. “You have taken me over. The thought of losing you…”

“Mihawk?”

His name on her tongue. Lovelier than the rarest of wines. The only thing he wanted to hear.

“I don’t care what you decide, rabbit. I will follow you anywhere, if you would have me.”

The swordsman couldn’t read her. Since she’d fallen apart, Y/N had become impossible to understand, impossible to decipher, her body’s new language from some other world.

A lonely world that he needed to pull her back from.

He needed her back.

“I love you, Y/N,” Mihawk confessed. He noticed that his hands were shaking, almost losing his hold on her. A tiny moment of feeling selfish passed before he breathed her in again. “My little rabbit… I love you more than I can fathom, more and more with every moment. You have woken me up, darling.”

Mihawk tried to reach her, tried to read her, but knew that he couldn’t take from her anymore. All he could do was tell her the truth.

“Y/N, you have brought me to life.”

Her heart.

What does that rhythm mean?

“Mind if I cut in?”

~~~🗡️🗡️🗡️~~~

~~~~~~

It was a miracle that your Uncle hadn’t been vaporized on the spot by the murderous glare Mihawk flung his way. His touch that had been so gentle a moment ago went rigid, your bodies gone still in the middle of that shining dancefloor.

“Come now, it’s just a dance,” Uncle Cedrick prodded, and you wondered if he understood how close to death he was.

Mihawk wanted to kill him. Truly.

He really didn’t sell me?

“It’s fine,” you soothed, pulling away from your lover that had violence radiating off of him in waves. “I’ll be fine. Please, don’t—“

“Alright, love,” he conceded, his eyes somehow even more intense as he studied your face. “I’ll listen to you.”

Mihawk placed your hand in your Uncle’s, his own hand tensing before letting you go.

“Much obliged,” Uncle Cedrick purred as your swordsman walked away, his head jerking subtly at the sound of those words.

“So, dear niece,” he smirked, pulling you into position. “Were they actually able to teach you how to dance? Or do you still require a firm, guiding hand?”

You’d fought so hard against it, knowing it would only break you down. Knowing that all it could do was destroy you.

Yet catching Mihawk’s gaze while he studied your uncle like fresh, new prey did something. You knew you should stomp it out, but the rage in those golden eyes had lit a spark. Just an ember, glowing weakly, but it was there.

Hope.

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Don’t Make Me Feel Alive | Chapter 1

Kenjaku (Pseudo-Geto) x Fem!Reader

[This fic contains Shibuya Arc spoilers and is updated every Saturday.]

ABOUT: Diagnosed at an early age with an illness that slowly deteriorated your body; you went from being a promising sorcerer to a retired husk of your once former self until he found you, offering you an opportunity to live instead—not that you had a choice to refuse.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: You used to be so powerful before your illness claimed you and right on your deathbed, rather than finally meeting your end, you met your salvation instead. Or did you?

TAGS/THEMES: (in the future chapters) »yandere, chronically ill reader, forced dynamic, non-con, dub-con, violence, caretaking, unrequited feelings, sorcerer reader, dead-dove, mixed pov, potential interpretations of dubious sorcery«

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1. Beginning.

You were born with a disease; a terrible one too.

At first, you didn’t really notice it in your youth as the progression was initially subtle, the signs not really quite there just yet and for that duration, you were bustling with potential, a promising sorcerer with a powerful technique—a future so bright and aglow with promise.

However, all good things must come to an end and that’s exactly where you were headed.

Even if you were once sculpted with such strength and vibrancy—the illness drained away all the colour from your once saturated existence, replacing your present day life with a film of bleak monochrome, anchoring away at your body, soul and mind.

Not even your cursed technique known for its electrifying power was capable of reigniting the spark lost within you; your body relented against you, forcing you to succumb and deteriorate with not a single thing you could do.

It was a little humiliating in a way—like a bitter pill that you weren’t quite ready to swallow and yet here you were, forced to face reality whether you wanted to or not.

It felt strange being on your deathbed in your mid twenties, but it wasn’t all too bad.

The doctor who oversaw you did her best to offer comfort, assuring you that it likely wasn’t your time just yet, but she didn’t feel what you did, she didn’t understand your body the same way that you did. It was close, almost time for you to go, but strangely you didn’t quite mind. Whether it was your final week or your final day, you felt excited; you wanted to rest.

This was a sickness that made you feel weak after all, so tired and terribly sore.

So when you felt that strangely alluring pull invite you to a place you probably shouldn’t quite tempt going to just yet, you found yourself unable to resist the promise of a good sleep. Maybe even, with some luck, it could last forever and you would never have to live out your days in pain again.

To finally be devoid of suffering.

To drift off into oblivion, lost in an eternal void.

And yet, as you succumbed to the total darkness that otherwise awaited you, there was a strange sensation that manifested in the waking world—an interference of some kind? It felt as though unseen hands reached out to grab you, interrupting you from going under a final time and pulling you back to the surface, forcing you to live another day.

Your eyes reluctantly opened, feeling that something was off.

You were being monitored—watched by something, someone.

Your eyes focused on the person who stood before you, meeting with his chilling gaze from a stare so vacant and devoid of humanity, that he could have been the devil himself.

The stranger greeted you with cold indifference, bordering contempt as he continued to guide his gaze, the palms that he had initially planted firm against your chest now slowly moving away, having successfully done something that you couldn’t quite understand; your body still felt sore and yet, the pull of the void wasn’t so strong anymore.

Did he just give you life?

“It would be such a waste of a good technique if you were to die right now, you know,” the stranger spoke, his voice calm and deliberate, laced with a threat that he kept hidden well.

“What good is it if I can’t use it?” you croaked in response.

His lips curled into an amused smile as he heard your question, those soulless eyes finally ablaze with life, a flicker of something almost human.

“You can. Or, at least, I can make it so that you will be able to again.”

“Impossible,” you denied, knowing fully well that your body didn’t work the way you wanted it to, no matter how many times you have tried before.

“Don’t be so sure,” he persisted, his voice ringing almost melodic as he continued to fill your mind with ideas you couldn’t quite believe, “don’t you want to live your life again?”

You sighed into a nod, however not trusting the stranger just yet. There was something incredibly off-putting about him, seeming just a little too calculated and methodic, as if danger lurked behind his promising words.

“I mean, I want to, but…” you began.

“Sleep on it,” he told you, seeming to tease you as his widening grin revealed his teeth, “you were about to anyway, weren’t you?”

“Y-yeah, but-”

“Then do so,” he said, taking a step forward, “dream.”

The strange man’s words felt strangely hypnotic as you found yourself exhausted once again. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of hallucination already, perhaps one of those dreams that people could have as their bodies closed up shop, even if you did clock it as unfortunately real.

You closed your eyes as you let the pull of the void take you under once more, feeling the strangely familiar touch of unseen hands tugging away at your body once again, pulling your soul back up to the surface, preventing you from fading away. It was again that you felt haunted by a looming danger, your eyes blurring to focus awake.

When you finally properly awoke, you took immediate note that you weren’t in the hospital anymore despite being hooked up to similar machinery.

Where exactly were you?

As you sat up to make sense of your surroundings, your eyes scrolled around the room in a surge of desperation—your gaze begging for a clue, only for your stomach to drop as your body froze. Right by the door, he stood there, that same man from before with his creepy, unsettling smile.

“I will be honest with you though, you might not like what you’ll have to do,” the strange man spoke, his words flowing as smoothly as they did before.

“Which is…?” you asked, sounding a little resigned. Of course there was a catch, there always was.

“You’re going to be helping me with something.”

You blinked, “And that’s bad?”

“Given your prior alignment, I’d say so,” he smiled as he took a step closer, his fingertips brushing against your cheek, “but worry not, you will live should you accept.”

“But what if I refuse?” you dared to ask, your voice barely a whisper as his touch seemed to dampen your ability to speak.

“Don’t be silly,” he replied with a softer tone, his black eyes boring into yours as he intensified his unrelenting gaze—his smile falling flat, “I wouldn’t let you.”

(Not even if you tried to do so again and again.)

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moeitsu · 5 months

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♡The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee♡

(Arthur Morgan x OC) Masterlist

Hey cowboys!

Below is where you'll find all the chapters to my Red Dead Redemption fanfic, I will keep it updated as I continue to post more chapters. But in the meantime, I wanted to make things a little more organized and easier for you to navigate.

Whether you just started reading, or if you've been keeping up with the story since the beginning. I want to thank you! This started as a little side project to keep me busy during my down time at work, but it's turned into something I'm really passionate and proud of! So thank you for all the support <3

!!Please be aware this fic is explicit. As it contains blood/violence, as well as other adult themes!!

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Summary: Kate McCanon, a young widow from the north, meets outlaw Arthur Morgan. When the two cross paths she discovers a complex man wrestling with his own sense of right and wrong. As their unlikely bond deepens, Kate becomes determined to guide Arthur towards a brighter path, even as tensions rise within his gang led by the enigmatic Dutch van der Linde. With danger lurking at every turn, Kate must navigate treacherous territory to protect those she holds dear, all while finding love in the most unexpected of places.

Story Tags: Widowed, Original Character(s), High-Honor!Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby!Arthur Morgan, Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Emotional Sex, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Sexual Tension, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Infant Death, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Torture, Blood and Violence, Survivor Guilt, Aftermath of Torture, Caretaking, Injury Recovery, Period-Typical Racism, Anxiety, Self-Hatred, Night Terrors, Emotional Constipation, Self-Doubt, Men Crying, Bathing/Washing, Sweet/Hot, Romantic Angst, Romantic Fluff

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Ch 1 - The Years Creep Slowly By Kate becomes entangled in a heist with two strangers, Hosea and Arthur, forging an unexpected bond amidst their criminal endeavor. Ch 2 - The Snow Is On The Grass Again A fisher of men and A strange encounter. Ch 3 - The Suns Low Down The Sky Welcome to Horseshoe Overlook Ch 4 - The Frost Gleams Where The Flowers Have Been It's time to collect a debt. Ch 5 - My Heart Beats On As Warmly Now A well deserved hunt with Charles, met with an unexpected surprise back at camp... Ch 6 - As When The Summer Days Were Nigh The battle begins, and the past is revealed. Ch 7 - The Sun Can Never Dip So Low Kate is not immune to the dangers of the land. No matter how much she loved it, the land will never love her back. Ch 8 - Or Down Affections Cloudless Sky A blissful sunny day after a long hard night. Ch 9 - A Hundred Months Have Passed Kate and Arthur share a tender moment in the quiet of the night. Ch 10 - Since Last I Held That Hand In Mine The Course of True Love and other Revelations Ch 11 - And Felt The Pulse Beat Fast Arthur and Hosea share meaningful conversation after a night of advertising some moonshine. Meanwhile Kate finds herself involved in a dubious mission with John and the boys. She patches up Arthur as the day ends with an air of unspoken desire. Ch 12 - Though Mine Beat Faster Far Than Thine - Part 1 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God in a world that is ugly with violence and hate. Ch 13 - Though Mine Beat Faster Far Than Thine - Part 2 Arthur’s life is ebbing out like the tide. Kate must work quickly and diligently to reverse the cruel hands of fate. She is aided by the help of an unexpected ally. Ch 14 - A Hundred Months ‘Twas Flowery May As Kate navigates Arthur’s recovery, she discovers that true strength lies within her trusted companions, finding relief in their unwavering support during the trials of his healing journey. Ch 15 - When Up The Hilly Slope We Climbed Arthur struggles to adjust to his new disabilities. Meanwhile Kate finds a job outside of camp for them, providing a few days respite and some much needed alone time. Arthur finally reveals his feelings. Ch 16 - The Past Is The Eternal Past Kate and Arthur welcome a new life into the world. The scene brings back tender memories of Arthur's past, he finally finds the courage to open up to her about his family. Ch 17 - To Watch The Dying of The Day Say, isn't it strange? I am still me, and you are still you. In this place. Isn't it strange how people can change? From strangers to friends, friends into lovers. To strangers again. Ch 18 - To Hear the Distant Church Bells Chime The gang finds a new hideout at Shady Belle, just outside the heart of the new modern America. With Jack still missing, Kate and Arthur must work together to find him. Amidst the tension, Arthur confides in Kate about his deepest regrets.

━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━ If you're interested in reading about my OC, I linked the Kate McCanon Lore here :) As well as her Face and Voice Claim here <3 About me!

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BKDK Time Travel/Alt. Dimension

BakuDeku Quirk-Accident Fics

archive of our own

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine. Some contain mature content…read tags. Art not mine - @supermuuhcow

together(in every universe) by sobashouto

Summary: “You kissed the other me? You wanted to? I—why?” Deku’s squeezing his hands so tight, Katsuki wonders if he’s even noticed, or if it’s another thing that he does without thinking because he’s nervous, and he doesn’t know how to not be.

“He liked me,” Katsuki says quietly. “And he was you.”

That’s all it took.

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Izuku swaps places with himself from a fantasy universe

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

The Time Between Our Lives by Fitzrovia

Summary: When a villain sends Izuku and Katsuki hundreds of years into the past, their only mode of escape relies on solving an impossible riddle: what is the beauty of all life?

Alone, quirkless, and separated from everything they know, Izuku and Katsuki have to work together and embrace their unspoken love and devotion towards one another if they ever hope to return home.

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"What if it takes us like… ten years to get back? D'you ever worry about that?"

What if we never get back?

"'Course I do, nerd." Kacchan says it with more fondness in his voice than Izuku knew him capable. "And if we're gonna be stuck here a while, maybe we should start living our lives… here."

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Please, Let this be real by makiii_0326

Summary: Midoriya is hit by an unknown quirk, letting him meet another Katsuki in another universe. The said Katsuki is the total opposite of the Katsuki he knows for his entire life. Meanwhile, the Katsuki in their real world was left to wait for Izuku to wake up.

Will Izuku wake up? Is he going to stay in the universe where nice Katsuki lives?

Complete | 11 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

Every Day, Again and Again by bundie

Summary: Stupid fucking quirk accidents. One minute, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was fighting some C-List villain side by side with his hero partner Deku, and the next, he was blasted through some swirling mass of violet light. The last thing he heard was the broken call of “Kacch–!” before he was slamming face first into a brick wall.

Where the fuck was he?

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Pro Hero Katsuki goes back in time.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Fantasia for Two Gentlemen by pandoras_thomg

Summary: Pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku get caught in a time-travel villain’s quirk and end up spending the night with each other’s middle school selves. Truths come to light, feelings find their home, and destinies change in summertime.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

more hands by majjale

Summary: "Clearly every me knows what to do with every you."

"Is that so."

"Mhm. The bastard knew exactly where to put his tongue, didn't he?"

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two kacchans enter.

one deku gets railed.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Series: Where are you? by Purple_Rayne17

Summary: Fantasy au and bnha normal universe crossover via quirk accident.

{2 Works}

Rated - Teen & Up

Multiversal love by Azure_Owl

Summary: While chasing a villain, pro-hero Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are hit by his quirk. Suddenly, another Izuku, one with elegant clothes and a sword, and another Katsuki, with a cloak and some necklaces appeare.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

tell me about your past, your future is me by nikkiRA

Summary: He grabs his younger self by the scruff of the neck and hauls him away from Izuku, slamming him up against the wall. His younger self struggles, at least until he opens his eyes and sees who his attacker is. Izuku reacts in much the same way; ever the hero, he grabs Katsuki's arm as he tries in vain to haul him away from his younger self.

"Leave him alone!" He shouts, until he catches sight of who the attacker actually is. "K-K-acchan?"

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

call my name, I'll come back from the dead for you by ElStark

Summary: Katsuki is in a hospital room, a row of metal cribs in front of him. All of them are empty except for one.

A shape is squirming inside it, gently rocking the crib from side to side. When Katsuki looks into it, wide green eyes stare up at him.

He instinctively knows, but if he had any doubts, they’re gone the moment the baby smiles at him, real and blinding, around the white sucker in his mouth. It feels like a needle poking his heart, and he’s helpless to reach inside and scoop the precious bundle up.

“Izuku,” he says, but the name comes out distorted and animal-like, rough and scraped raw.

The baby in his arms keeps smiling at him, though and stretches tiny hands up to touch Katsuki’s face. Katsuki falls to his knees, holding him tight and leaning into the scarless fists.

Katsuki dies and time-travels to meet the ghosts of Izuku’s past while Edgeshot fixes his heart. Or something like that.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Two Universes, One Love by ChibySmiley

Summary: Pro-Heroes Izuku and Katsuki stumble upon a villain with a stolen device that can teleport you to a different universe. When Izuku accidentally presses the button, he is teleported and switched with another version of himself: Alpha Izuku. Katsuki has to get used to this version of Izuku, but he wants his Izuku back. The short, nerdy one that he still hasn't admitted how he really feels about him.

Meanwhile, the original Izuku is shocked to find out that Omega Katsuki is just his Kacchan but not really. All he wants is his own exploding blond from his universe that he secretly loves.

Will the two reunite and confess their love for one another?

Complete | 3 Chapters | ProHero au

Rated - General Audiences

Cupcake by pinkMilady19

Summary: “Wait the fuck up, Deku. Hold your ass up! So, you’re saying we’re married in another world, had a child and no quirks whatsoever but secondary genders. I’m an Alpha and you’re an Omega who can get pregnant?” Deku nodded but a blush is creeping from his neck to his face. He’s totally fucking red. “Y-yeah Kacchan, that’s the summary of it.”

Fuck! Deku can get pregnant. We’re married. Fuck! Deku can get pregnant. We have a child. A daughter with my hair, my eyes, his freckles. Her name is Shizuko Bakugo. Fuck, Deku can get pregnant. Deku is Izuku Bakugo. Fuck! Did I already mentioned, Deku can get pregnant?

One Shot | Aged Up

Rated - Explicit

Familiar Faces by acuteakio

Summary: Katsuki was more than happy to ignore shitty Deku after the Sludge Villain incident.

However, that was NOT an invitation for some third-rate wannabe claiming to be him from the future to waltz in and start FLIRTING with Deku!

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Familiar Faces by acuteakio

Summary: Katsuki was more than happy to ignore shitty Deku after the Sludge Villain incident.

However, that was NOT an invitation for some third-rate wannabe claiming to be him from the future to waltz in and start FLIRTING with Deku!

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Unexpected Quirk by Bkdklover95

Summary: Izuku is trying his best to win a fight with a villain but what happens when the villain's quirk is NOT what he expected?

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

You and Me and You by bundie

Summary: Katsuki is hit by a cloning quirk and decides to surprise his boyfriend with two of him.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Explicit

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years

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Games w/ Sex Pollen ~Lady Lesso xFem Reader

Sex Pollen troupe with Lady Lesso 😏

Link to Part 2

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, fingering, smut, orgasm denial, power play, power struggle, more implied sex, etc.

Medium fic length

Enjoy (;

You were about to do something truly evil…

And Lesso was gonna love it.

You were the new herbology teacher at the school and had grown quite fond over the school’s dean of evil, Lady Leonora Lesso.

I mean if you call “fond” playing a game of who can catch the other off guard the most and fuck them the hardest…

And you had come up with the your best scheme yet…

Early this morning, you had spiked Lesso’s morning black coffee with some sex pollen that you’d grown.

You were awaiting the results anxiously all day, when after your last class, the redhead came barging into your classroom.

She was sweating and trembling the tiniest bit. The idea of Lesso unraveling in front of you made your mind spin…

“What have you done, pet?” Lesso said with a strain on her voice. She was trying so hard to control herself…

You tried to suppress your smirk with innocence, “Whatever do you mean, my Lady?”

She growled, her eyes filled with dark, lustful intent. “You know exactly what I mean, pet!” Lesso snarled. She barged towards your desk, slamming her hand on your desk to fully get your attention.

You gasped a bit.

“Tell. Me. What. You. Did.” She threateningly commanded through strained teeth.

You couldn’t contain your smirk and giggles anymore, and it made Lesso grimace even more.

She had unbuttoned her jacket, her hands were grasping at your desk with white knuckles, her hair had exploded with frizz, you could see beads of sweat dripping down her forehead…

God was she hot…

It made you soaking wet…

But the game was to get her unraveled, not you…

“I may have spiked your coffee this morning…” you said in a teasing, playful tone.

She chuckled darkly and breathlessly let out, “You naughty girl…”

You looked at her with a smirk and mischievous eyes and she meet yours with fiery, lustful eyes of her own.

“How long does this last?” Lesso grunted.

You could tell she was having a real hard time now…

She was squeezing her thighs together, and messing with her clothes as if they were burning her skin.

“With the dose I gave you? A day. Maybe two. It’s very potent…” you grinned, watching her squirm.

“You bitch.” Lesso huffed out under her breath.

“What was that?” you played along with glee.

“I…” Lesso bit back a moan and swallowed her pride, “I can’t last that long...” she groaned.

Your eyes glossed over in lust. This is exactly where you wanted her. Powerless and at your mercy… That was the game after all…

“Well… there is one cure…” you stopped there to await Lesso’s reaction, which hastily followed your words;

“God, what is it?? Tell me what it is, pet!” Lesso yelled through another groan.

Her heart was racing, her breath ragged, her pupils exploded in size. She was a fucking sight…

“You need to be fucked.” you bluntly stated, but a wide smirk was spread across your wicked face.

Leonora Lesso getting fucked sounded absolutely delicious…

She looked straight up at you.

God was her stare intimidating…

Her eyes fillled with desperation and need more and more. She couldn’t take it. She had to give in.

“Get it over with.” Lesso gritted out.

You giggled at her obviously conflicted self.

Lesso growled.

You stopped. Now was your time. Time to show her who was really in charge.

“Strip.” you said.

She looked at you like you were joking. But then Lesso realized you were being serious…

“Oh fuck no, pet” Lesso jeered.

“Then I won’t fuck you.” You said, coming closer to Lesso, but not actually touching her.

Lesso groaned. And grumbled. And then she began to strip. Her vest hit the floor, then her shirt, then her pants… bra too…

Damn, she was such a goddess…

Now in only her underwear, Lesso stood by you still a desperate puddle of heated sex.

The fact made you grin wickedly.

“Lay on the desk.” you instructed.

Surprisingly, Lesso said nothing this time.

You climbed onto the desk after her and grabbed her hands, pining them above her head with your left arm.

Lesso growled in response, but you shut her up by crashing your lips into hers. It was a desperate, sloppy kiss, which you quickly pulled away from, not wanting to lose the game.

Lesso grinned at you for how long she had kept you in that kiss. You retaliated by bringing a finger to her clit. Lesso’s hips bucked up in anticipation and need for friction.

“Oh FUcK!” She groaned, as you teased her clit and dipped into her folds.

They were soaked…

Just like yours…

You slid your fingers into her soaking cunt and began pumping them in and out of her.

Lesso moaned and mewled like you’d never seen before.

Her at your mercy was fucking stunning…

Lesso was getting close to the edge, her moans got louder, her breathing became more erratic, her hips bucked up to meet your fingers quicker.

And that’s when you pulled your fingers out of her.

“What the fuck?!” Lesso exclaimed, squirming against your hold on you.

You let her hands free and got off the desk. She looked at you like you were dead meat.

You snickered. You came up to her one last time before leaving the classroom and whispered, “you’ll find that only my touch is gonna sate this growing desire in you. No amount of self fucking or quickies with others will help you for the next few days. Good luck…”

You left with a purr and a wink, licking the wetness of Lesso’s heat off of your fingers.

Link to Part 2 😏

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A/N: Although I didn't intend to, I wound up writing quite a few fics this year. Buck and Tommy grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. So, it's time for a post to hold all the links. I'm sure I'll wind up with a part two eventually. But for now this will do.

Titles are links to the post here on tumblr. On the multi-chap stories it is to the last chapter as that contains links to all chapters.

Multi Chapter

You Can Always Find Me Where The Skies Are Blue

Summary: Soulmates are rare. So rare that it's actually incredible that Buck has two soulmate couples in his life. Statistics tell him it's very unlikely for him to meet his soulmate. Of course, then he meets Tommy. Too bad it happens at the worst possible moment. Canon compliant soulmate AU where Buck is still a mess and Tommy is still very understanding. Words: 31k Rating: M Chapters: 7/7

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Part One

Don't Make A Shadow Of Yourself

Summary: "A man who's pure of heart...may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" - Howl (F+TM) Throughout most of his adult life, Tommy had dealt with what he was. The duality of being a man and also an animal…a beast. Werewolves weren’t born, they were made. Words: 58k Rating: M Chapters: 16/16

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Chapter One

Rather Be The Hunter Than The Prey

Summary: Buck doesn't tell Tommy immediately about Gerrard coming back to Captain the 118. Tommy decides he needs to do something about it. Words: 5.7k Rating: T Chapters: 3/3

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Part One

Dragon Chosen

Summary: The shadow was huge and unmistakable. Any hope that it was just a passing cloud covering up the sun was futile, especially once he felt the downdraft of air from the wings. When he finally looked up, Buck took in the dragon in all its glory. The dragon was huge, the biggest that Buck had ever seen — not that he’d seen many. - In a world where dragons exist and where they pick their riders, Buck doesn't expect his perfectly normal Tuesday to include a dragon and his rider, Tommy, showing up to ask for his help with an injured dragon...a dragon that has picked Buck as his rider. Buck doesn't know who captivates him more his new dragon or Tommy. Words: 21.8k Rating: M Chapters: 6/6

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Chapter One

One Shots

Step Into The Light

Summary: In the aftermath of 7x04, Buck reaches out to the one person that he thinks can help him. Words: 1.2k Rating: G

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Take A Look At Us Now

Summary: There is a magic to finally finding your true self and maybe Tommy has a deeper understanding of what that journey is like and can see it plainly as it is happening to Buck. Words: 2.9k Rating: T

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I've Been Waiting For The Tides To Change

Summary: It was itching at him, the pull that he felt towards Evan. He hadn’t been attracted to someone that quickly in a long while and the thing was that Tommy got it. He got how scary it was to come out and the bravery it took to not only admit that to yourself, but also to everyone else. - Or 7x05 from Tommy's perspective and what happens after the coffee date. Words: 4.9k Rating: G

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Coming Out Is Easy

Summary: 7x06 coda because Buck not cleaning up the soot was a choice... Words: 500 Rating: G

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You've Got The Love To See Me Through

Summary: Tommy's pov of 7x06...or just let this man get some rest. Words: 4.7k Rating: G

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Isn't It Ironic

Summary: 7x07 coda. Buck and Tommy are on a date...they run to Eddie who is also on a date... Words: 600 Rating: G

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Aftermath

Summary: 7x09 coda. In the aftermath, Chris goes where he feels safe. Words: 800 Rating: G

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Glasses

Summary: Buck finds out Tommy wears reading glasses...as inspired by Lou wearing a different pair of glasses in every cameo. Words: 1k Rating: T

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More Than Patience

Summary: 7x10 coda. It isn't patience, as much it's understanding. Words: 400 Rating: G

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How Do I Love Thee

Summary: A sweet moment between Buck and Tommy where Buck gets to tell Tommy what he likes about him. Words: 1.3k Rating: G

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What's In A Name

Summary: Buck didn't like his name and definitely didn't like other cutesy nicknames...at least not until Tommy uses them Words: 1.5 Rating: G

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Meeting The Parents

Summary: They liked Tommy. It was strange because Buck hadn’t expected them to. Words: 1.9k Rating: G

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Handsome Little Bookworm

Summary: In which Buck discovers how avid of a reader Tommy is. Words: 1.1k Rating: G

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It's A Love Story

Summary: You saw all kinds of things working at a restaurant. First dates. Failed dates. Proposals. Arguments. Break ups. The passing of secrets. Or, the waitress at the restaurant Tommy and Buck go to for their first date likes to people watch. Words: 2.9k Rating: G

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Becoming Pawrents

Summary: Out on a call, the 118 finds a box of abandoned puppies. Words: 2.3k Rating: G

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And Every String Led Me To You

Summary: It happened when Buck woke up from the coma. At first, he was absolutely sure that he was dreaming because there was no way his hospital room could be so full of string. or, Buck can suddenly see the strings of fate, including the one that connects him right to Tommy. Words: 8.6k Rating: G

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queen-haq · 4 months

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Fic: Never You, Part 11 (Penelope x Colin)

andom: Bridgerton (TV show)

Spoilers: S3 released scenes.

Summary: They may have been friends once but his callous words decimated their relationship. Determined not to have anything to do with him, Penelope is ready to move on. But Colin isn’t giving up, not at all. Friends or not, they are connected for life - and he intends to remind her of that.

Excerpt:

“You would hate me for not wanting to court you. You would be that selfish?”

“Of course you would think that.”

“What else is this if not punishment?”

Masterlist (contains links to previous parts and my other stories)

A03 link if that’s more your jam

Chapter 11

Penelope exited the hack and started walking home, clutching the small knife in her hand. As always she exercised full caution, refusing to be complacent about safety. In the beginning when she first started to publish Lady Whistledown sheets, late night treks through the city were imperative. Thanks to Miss Delacroix and the network they cultivated in the past year, it was no longer necessary. However she needed to discuss things with Mr. Banfield, her solicitor, and he had suggested meeting at the same tavern they used to convene at during the early Whistledown days; there was no chance of them being discovered in such a place.

Now that marriage was no longer an option, she had to find a way to escape her family. Thankfully Mr. Banfield, who had guided her initially on how to publish, was happy to provide his assistance. Tonight was their second meeting over the past week, and they had continued their discussion on how to carry her plans to fruition. With his help she would leave Mayfair, perhaps even the country, and make a new life elsewhere. Yet her heart was still heavy with sadness.

Only a fortnight ago she had looked forward to a different future, one that involved marriage and children. A loving home, a happy family – all the things she wished for whilst growing up. But that was no longer a possibility, thanks to her own foolishness. And Colin. Anger rushed through her immediately, her gaze landing on the Bridgerton house across the street. Her heart lurched, remembering their last encounter a week ago. Since her confession to him, there had been no contact between them. That didn’t surprise her, of course. Societal expectations dictated ladies be pure and innocent and she was no longer that. It was only natural he no longer desired her, he likely never did.

Colin’s strange obsession with her had been some kind of a temporary madness, his feelings never in earnest, which meant she had ruined her future with Arthur for no reason at all. And the thought of it filled her with so much rage and self-loathing that she wanted to scream. Why? Why did Colin have to play with her emotions in such a manner? Why did she allow herself to be swayed towards him despite knowing better? She had begged him, pleaded with him, to leave her alone but he had insisted – no, demanded – her body and soul, crossing all respectable boundaries of society to get his way. Along the way, he had stormed through all the walls surrounding her heart.

A part of her resented him, wishing that she never knew what it felt like to be ravaged by his kiss, the sensation of his mouth on her body. It was so much easier to live with ignorance because then she wouldn’t be haunted by dreams of him, the piercing intensity in his eyes while he claimed her. If only she could feel hate for him, things would be so much easier –

A large hand closed over her mouth, the other grabbing her from behind. It happened so quickly she was too startled to react. Fear rushed through her body, making it impossible for her to think rationally. Was this how she would die? Without accomplishing any of the things she wanted? No family, no children. Alone. No goodbyes with Eloise. No Colin. And suddenly everything became clear again. No. She wouldn’t die like this. Immediately her survival instincts kicked in and she started fighting back, kicking, using the knife in her hand to strike against her attacker.

“Pen, calm down! It’s me!”

Colin. She dropped the knife, circling around. Her heart was pounding in her chest while she stared up at him frantically. “You scared me half to death!” Her breath was labored, still recovering from the fright he gave her, she pushed him away. “Why are you here?”

“Why are you?” He trudged forward, closing the distance between them. “It’s past midnight and you’re roaming the streets with no concern for your safety. Do you know how daft that is?”

“Is that why you snuck up on me? To teach me a lesson?”

His blue eyes darkened with furious indignation. “Do you have any idea what kind of danger you put yourself in? What if I was a brute with bad intentions-”

“You’re bleeding!” She quickly grabbed his hand, seeing the cut on the side of his arm.

Oblivious to the blood, he continued to chastise her. “At least you had the foresight to carry a weapon. I suppose I should be grateful you haven’t completely lost your mind.”

She retrieved a handkerchief from her pocket, too worried about his bruise to continue the argument. “We need to clean this before it becomes worse.” Wrapping the cloth around his arm, she led him towards the back of the house where Martha had left a door unlocked for her. “Everyone is asleep, we must be quiet.”

They crept through the house, the kitchen, up the staircase, down the corridor to her bedchamber, all the while his long, lean fingers intertwined with hers, gripping her hand securely. The adrenaline rush from earlier had already started to wear off but her heart continued to flipflop due to his close proximity, her body fully aware of him. When they finally reached her chambers she knocked on the door in a specific rhythm, signaling to Martha she had returned. Her maid opened the door right away, her eyes widening in surprise when she spotted Colin standing behind Pen.

“Miss? Is everything alright?”

Penelope walked past her, leading Colin to the nearest chair and directing him to sit down. “Martha, can you get me a pitcher of water and the ointment Mrs. Varley keeps in the kitchen? Quickly? Mr. Bridgerton has suffered a wound.”

While Martha exited, Penelope busied herself by removing her cape, heading towards the wardrobe. Inside were clean cloths and she quickly retrieved some before returning to Colin’s side. Standing in front of him she gently lifted his hand, removing the stained handkerchief to inspect the cut. The blood had started to coagulate, he was no longer bleeding.

“Miss, here’s everything,” Martha placed the bowl of water and ointment on the table. “May I assist you in some way?”

“Thank you, but no. Penelope and I would like some privacy,” Colin replied in a gentle but firm tone. “Please.”

Casting him an annoyed glance, Pen addressed the other woman. “You’ve done enough, Martha. Thank you for your help tonight. Please get some rest.”

She followed Martha to the door, speaking in a low voice so Colin wouldn’t hear. “Did anyone come to my door while I was away?”

“No, Miss.”

“Have a good night.”

Locking the door, she turned around to confront Colin. “I don’t appreciate you ordering my maid about.”

“And I don’t appreciate her enabling your reckless behavior.”

Annoyed, she wandered closer until coming to a stop in front of him. With him seated, she was only slightly more elevated which made it difficult to avoid his gaze, especially as he was determined to scrutinize her while she tended to his wound. His breath hummed against her, his other hand purposely caressing her trembling fingers as she wiped his skin with a wet cloth. No, she wouldn’t look at him. Absolutely not. It was easier to hold onto her righteous anger than to think about his wild, unkempt curls that begged to be brushed, the haunting depth of his eyes penetrating her to her very core. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, as evident by the scruff on his face, and instead of lessening his looks it only made him more beautiful.

“Where did you go tonight?” he murmured.

Considering his harsh demeanor from only a few minutes earlier, his gentleness was surprising. Putting aside the wet towel, she dried his arm with a fresh one, then started rubbing ointment on him. “I was not feeling well and decided to go for a walk.”

His free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her close. Dark, riveting eyes peered up at her, holding her spellbound in his arms. “We both know that wasn’t a leisurely stroll, Pen. Do not lie to me.”

“What I do is none of your concern, Colin.” Despite her frayed nerves, her voice was calm and resolute, surprising even herself.

His unrelenting gaze refused to waver from her. “Everything about you concerns me. Especially when I catch you sneaking out to a brothel in the middle of the night.”

“Have you gone mad? Of course I didn’t go to such an establishment!”

“Perhaps you were too preoccupied with your guest to notice the brothel above the tavern.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Yet you seem to be very familiar with it. Why is that?” She waited for him to deny her accusation but he said nothing, simply watching her. Jealousy flooded over her like a tidal wave, the implication of his silence fully sinking in. It was one thing to accept the inevitability of Colin falling in love and marrying another woman, at least then she could reassure herself he was genuinely happy even if it caused her agonizing pain – but to know he was lying with other women and behaving like a complete scoundrel? It was so infuriating she wanted to scream. “Is that where you were tonight? Patronizing the brothel?” How dare he? How dare he demand anything from her? “Let me go!” She spat out viciously, forcibly removing herself from his arms. “Get out! Get out of my chamber, get out of my life! I never want to see you again!”

Disgusted with him, she started to walk away when he stood up swiftly and pulled her close. Gripping her tightly from behind, he held her caged in his embrace. “It hurts, doesn’t it? To think of me screwing someone else?” he growled in her ear.

“Go to hell!” She yelled back, fighting him. Despite her struggle he overpowered her easily, maneuvering her between his body and the desk behind. She gripped the edges around the table to maintain her balance but it was hard to do with him bending forward to meet her at eye-level. Heaving, she glared at him defiantly, only quivering when he positioned his hands on either side of her to confine her in place.

“That sick, repulsive jealousy in the pit of your stomach? That’s what I’ve been feeling this entire time, thinking about you fucking men after men in my nightmares. Every time I close my eyes you torture me!” His gaze burned with ferocity, lips pursed into a thin line. “And when you’re not fucking them, you’re laughing with them, flirting with them!”

“So you’re using your dreams as an excuse to rake about with harlots? That’s pathetic!"

“Of course I didn’t go to the fucking brothel! I’ve been laid up in bed all week, too sick at the thought of you with other men!”

His words were so preposterous she started laughing. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. And completely out of his mind.

“It’s not funny, Penelope.” His voice was a raspy threat, his darkened eyes roaming over her face.

“Isn’t it? You’re making yourself sick over silly dreams.”

He shook his head. “Not dreams, nightmares. Nightmares that eat away at my soul, make me want to rip my eyes out because I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

His face was achingly close, only a few inches separating them, his intoxicating eyes holding her enthralled. She couldn’t breathe, not when he was studying her so intently, his gaze locked on her lips. “Colin…” she whispered breathlessly.

He kissed her with absolute desperation, like a man starving, and she clung to him, returning his kiss with equal fervor. It wasn’t enough, she needed more, so much more, and her arms tightened around him while he lifted her and settled her on the desk.

The madness that took over was overwhelming, his hands all over her body, claiming her as his own, and she yielded to him fully when he pressed her to lie back on the table. In his haste to situate her on the desk so she was comfortable, he pushed aside the bowl of water, and she heard it drop to the ground, the loud noise it made when it crashed, but it didn’t matter, none of it did, when his mouth was roving over her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.

The small voice in her head burst through, reminding her how unseemly she must have looked to him right now. In a simple day dress that wasn’t flattering, no adornments on her face or hair, legs propped on the table so he was positioned between them, she felt undignified. She opened her eyes, intending to ask him to stop but the words died in her throat when she spotted the reverence on his face. Eyes glazed, mouth open, he was watching her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

Her heart raced, his heated stare melting her inhibitions away. And she reached out to caress his hair, running her fingers through the silky strands before cradling his face.

He kissed her palm, smiling shyly at her. Only a few seconds earlier she was filled with trepidation but now it was passion that surged through her blood, filling her veins, leaving no space in her mind for anything else. Eyes locked with his, she started to untie the laces on the bust of her dress and he followed her every move hungrily.

She peered up at him, her fingers pausing on her partially uncovered breasts. “Do you want to touch me?”

Whatever semblance of control he was under seemed to dissipate in an instant. His mouth was voracious on hers, kissing her frantically while his hand trailed up the inside of her leg, past her thighs, sending shivers along her spine when he finally reached her core. Last time he had touched her so intimately there was a barrier of clothes between his hand and her body, but there was nothing that existed now. Unexpected sensations rippled through her while he penetrated her with his finger, one at first, and then another, curving into her so expertly she almost screamed. She couldn’t understand how his pulsing fingers felt so good, how she was supposed to breathe when all the nerves in her body were so heightened. Writhing, she dug her fingers into his spine, the other hand circling the back of his neck, clinging to him while he whispered the naughtiest things to her.

“You feel so good. So tight… and wet… and hot…. perfect,” he murmured, kissing the underside of her right breast before licking his way up to the center His tongue laved over the nipple, over and over again until it puckered, his hunger for her insatiable while he sucked on the hardened nub, teasing her, taunting her. “Perfect for me… my fingers… my cock…”

The rhythm of his fingers changed unexpectedly, drawing out a sound from her she didn’t even know was possible. “Colin…” she moaned, drowning under the pleasure of his hands, his mouth. His sensual words.

“…God, if you only knew… if you only knew how good you feel…” He was breathless, his body trembling like her own. “Look at me, Pen…”

Amidst the haze, she heard his plea and obliged. The blue pools of his eyes had never been this dark before, the sheer emotion so pure and potent it left her stunned.

“Your sweet, tight cunt…begging to be filled with my cock…”

“Please…”

“Want my cock inside of you, love?”

Love. The word registered somewhere deep in her brain but faded right away, tension building higher and higher inside her.

He pulled back a little, peering at her. “Do you?”

“Yes…”

He nipped her chin, traced the swell of her breasts with his tongue, his teeth. “Taste you so badly… fuck you with my mouth… my tongue inside you…”

Everything was amplified, her body on fire. “Please…” She was close, so close, his thumb brushing against her clit with just the right amount of pressure so her body keened. And then his fingers twisted inside in her such a way that the world exploded.

Ecstasy flowed over her, through her, fireworks exploding into stars. She was floating again, like the last time with Colin, her body boneless and fluid. Her senses slowly returned. Awareness sank in as she drifted back to reality, becoming cognizant of the gentle, warm kisses he was peppering on her neck. His hand on her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it. His hardness jutted against her thigh, strained in his trousers, because he had been too focused on bringing her pleasure.

She cradled his face, nudging him to look at her. “May I touch you?”

Colin’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight, his voice velvety smooth. “Yes.”

She nodded her head, smiling shyly when he helped her sit up on the table. The tender expression on his face left her heart thudding in her chest, how he looked at her with so much affection. For so long she had wanted to love him to her heart’s content, caress him without any reservation, and this would very likely be her last chance. Soon she would be gone, and there would never be another opportunity to enjoy him again. With that thought in mind she traced his eyebrows with her fingers, the contours of his face, the shape of his lips. He was beautiful, a Roman sculpture come to life. She sucked on his bottom lip, nibbling on him gently. Not only did he like doing that to her, he liked having it done to him.

Her hand lingered down the length of his neck, removing the shirt from his body until he was standing half naked in front of her. She caressed the soft, crinkling hair on his chest, excited to touch him. Remembering how he lavished over her nipples, she did the same to him, her mouth on one while her fingers played with the other. He fisted her hair, letting her continue while she teased him mercilessly.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

In her limited experience she knew it took men longer to recover once they were spent, and she definitely didn’t want to lose her chance at pleasuring him. “It’s not very fair that you can have all the time you want with me while I have to hurry along.”

A delightful, mischievous smile marked his lips, causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. “Next time you can have your turn first.”

Her smile stiffened but she didn’t respond, instead refocusing her attention back on him. Her fingers traced the planes of his hard stomach, lingering along every angular ridges of his body. Then she lowered his breeches, with his help, allowing his hardness to spring forth, and the sight of him stole her breath - just like before. Except tonight she was the one stroking him instead of Colin pleasuring himself. He was slick to the touch, the girth of him daunting, but she slowly started to mimic his movements from the other night.

His mouth opened but there were no coherent words that came out, not like when he’d been loving her and being very explicit about his wants. Now there were only gasps and groans of ecstasy, heightening her own excitement, and she watched his head loll back while he lost himself in her touch completely.

***

They were laying in bed together, facing each other. Her eyes were heavy with sleep but she didn’t want to give into it quite yet, not when he looked so beautiful and sated next to her. She wanted to freeze this moment, lock it somewhere deep in her memories so she could look back upon it fondly. But her bliss was short-lived, as always.

Love. He had called her love, more than once, in the throes of passion. He had used the term of endearment so easily, with complete nonchalance. Even though he didn’t feel the same, even though he was fully aware of how much she loved him. Her heart throbbed. The more Colin was in her life the more he would hurt her, perhaps not deliberately but through indifference or carelessness. This is why she had to get away from Mayfair, not just far away from her family but also him because she didn’t want to live in perpetual agony.

“You should leave, Colin. It’ll be dawn soon.”

He didn’t budge. “Why were you at the tavern?”

She contemplated her response. If he had been true about not being at the brothel, that meant he had spotted her at the tavern with Mr. Banfield. Thus, it would be foolish to lie to him – but she also couldn’t tell him the truth. No one could know of her plans to leave. Deciding a half lie was better than a complete one, she answered him. “Cousin Jack owed a lot of money from the scheme he concocted.”

“I’m aware.” Colin drew circles on her arm, playing with her. “What does that have to do with you?”

“Fortunately he didn’t escape with the funds, but Mama also hasn’t been overly concerned with returning the money to those he stole from.” She exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “So I’ve been meeting with Mister Banfield in secret every month, giving him whatever amount I can so he may settle the accounts for those Cousin Jack wronged.”

“Where are you getting the money from?”

Of course she couldn’t tell him all of the accounts had already been settled from her Lady Whistledown profit. “I’ve been managing the household accounts for a while now and siphoning the money from there.”

He clutched her face. “This is no longer your concern. I will meet with Mister Banfield this week and return all the funds to him.”

Penelope stilled. The last thing she needed was Colin spending any of his money on her behalf. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ve already paid back everything.”

Colin’s eyebrow quirked up in disbelief. “You were able to gather all that simply from the household fund?”

“And my dowry,” she added quickly. “Of course Mama doesn’t know about that.”

“Your dowry isn’t needed anyway. Father was very generous to all of us.”

It took a few seconds for his words to fully register in her brain. “Colin-”

He slid off the bed, picking up his shirt from the floor. With quick and agile movements he dressed himself, tucking the shirt into his trousers. “Tomorrow I will call on Lady Featherington and ask her for your hand in marriage.”

That woke her up instantly. She scooted forward until she was on the edge of the bed, facing him. “We can not be married, Colin. I’ve already told you this.”

He paused, regarding her closely. “But you love me.”

“So what?” she bit out. “It will fade with time.”

There was anger in his voice, in the clench of his jaw when he spoke next. “Maybe, but I don’t plan to give you that time.”

She couldn’t wrap her mind around his selfish words, this was so unlike the Colin she had come to know as a friend. “Don’t you think I deserve to marry someone who loves me back? You used to believe so.”

He approached her, until he stood directly in front and reached out to cradle her face. “I know you Pen, inside and out, and you are not fickle, far from it. Your love is strong, it’s passionate and unrelenting. I experience the sheer depth of it every time I’m near you, when you look at me, when you touch me.” His thumb stroked her cheek. “No one will care for you as strongly as I do. I can make you happy, the happiest you’ve ever been.”

“I don’t need your charity, Colin. I am perfectly capable of being happy without marrying you.” She wrung his hand away. “Especially as I’m betrothed to another.”

She tried to stand up but he blocked her path, causing her to sit back down on the bed. He knelt down in front of her. The hard glint in his eyes was now familiar to her, a look she had grown wary of in these past few weeks. “It would be a shame, would it not, if everyone were to find out about Mister Banfield’s activities with marriageable ladies in the middle of the night? What do you think would scandalize the ton more, the fact he’s meeting them in the first place or conducting business with the fairer sex?” He took her hand in his own, his thumb stroking her skin in a very deliberate manner. “I’m certain Anthony would no longer do any business with him. Others in society would probably quickly follow suit.”

The vindictiveness in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. He may have resembled her Colin with his soft, pleasing voice and manner but she saw right through the ruse; he was diabolical.

He tipped his head to the side, peering at her. “And I worry about Martha’s future if your Mama were to discover how lax your maid has been with her responsibilities. Letting you sneak off unchaperoned, allowing me to come to your chambers so late at night. Do you think your mother would continue to employ her after that?”

She shot him an incredulous look. “You would harm innocent people to get your way?”

A beat passed. “I would do anything to keep you in my life.”

Before she could respond to him, he dropped a kiss on the crown of her head before standing up. “I will call on you later today.”

She sat there in shock, watching after him as he quietly exited her chamber.

To be continued...

A/N - As always, feedback is loved and appreciated. I'm sticking with the names I had chosen originally, a.k.a Martha for Pen's maid (instead of Rae) and Arthur (as opposed to Alfred for Debling).

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⌛ ATEEZ ⌛

Whole group:

ATEEZ Headcanons - Emeto ATEEZ Headcanons - Dizzy/Feverish ATEEZ Headcanons - Taking medication ATEEZ Headcanons - Headaches & Migraines ATEEZ Headcanons - Sick but not sick enough to stay home

🐿️ Hongjoong:

Drink up, one more, drink up Filming for Fever Road Ep. 4 is going well until Hongjoong is required to drink the fish sauce… [CW: emeto, allergic reaction, stye, IVs]

Nobody loves you like (we) do After going to bed early during film night Hongjoong starts feeling unwell, his members come to the rescue. [CW: emeto]

I know, I’m with you, lean on Jongho and Hongjoong suffer from food poisoning on the way to an MV filming. [CW: emeto]

Wash it away, oh, make it rain now Translation issues cause Hongjoong to eat something he has an intolerance to at Coachella and he needs Seonghwa to help him out of the public eye. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto, medics, IVs]

We can make everything together San fetches Seonghwa and Hongjoong when Yunho starts feeling unwell at night. The MATZ hyungs stay up with the sick member, taking care of him. Hongjoong gets sympathy sick. [CW: emeto, bad dreams]

I’m not okay Filming for the "NOT OKAY" M/V overwhelms Hongjoong. Wooyoung senses his hyung needs some comfort and tlc. [CW: mental health issues, mentions of trauma]

Thank you for being on my side Hongjoong is hit by a bad bout of the stomach flu. Still their manager forces him to go to a meeting with the most important people in the company. Seonghwa just wants the day to end but it only gets worse from then on. [CW: emeto, diarrhoea, idol mistreatment, hospitals, appendicitis, surgery, sasaeng fans]

Tears in diamond Hongjoong is sick, overwhelmed and in need of taking care of. Too bad that Award season was in the near future. Yet he doesn’t make it through, collapsing backstage. [CW: emeto, idol mistreatment, hospitals, CPR, critical medical conditions]

Spelling Colour with a "U" - ao3 Hongjoong struggles with differentiating between being ATEEZ strong captain and just being human. The Mayfly rap-unit and his members help him find balance again - especially as his food intolerances get in the way. [CW: emeto, insecurity, mental health issues, mentions of Mingi's hiatus]

⭐ Seonghwa:

Passion Young Fever Seonghwa just wants to sleep but soon Hongjoong realizes he is running a fever. Seonghwa tries to push through but it doesn’t end up well. [CW: fainting]

We must going on Seonghwa’s bronchitis rears its ugly head during a meeting. Mingi always pays attention to his hyung's wellbeing. [CW: mentions of fainting, emeto]

🐶 Yunho:

I will stay for you Seonghwa finds a very ill Yunho in the bathroom, minutes before they need to be on stage. [CW: emeto]

Oh, love is something good for us to share Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (The Rose - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

We can make everything together San fetches Seonghwa and Hongjoong when Yunho starts feeling unwell at night. The MATZ hyungs stay up with the sick member, taking care of him. [CW: emeto, bad dreams]

You’ll be alright, just take it slow Yunho wakes up feeling sick but begs Hongjoong to let him come to practice. It goes as well as one would think. [CW: emeto]

I’m ready for the dark Yunho is struggling to get through a grueling dance practice. He drops the moment it’s over. [CW: emeto, fainting]

👑 Yeosang

No more, keep your soul The morning before a concert Yeosang starts feeling awful to a point where he wishes to just be unable to perform but despite Hongjoong’s protests he is forced to be on stage. [CW: emeto, fainting, medics, hospital, idol mistreatment, self-doubt, open ending]

⛰️ San

I don’t wanna be alone At the park with his members San suddenly starts feeling sick and Hongjoong comes to the rescue. [CW: emeto]

Hold me tight San sits out during filming for a stomach ache … turns out it’s not just a stomach ache… [CW: emeto, pain, diarrhea (in the context of illness, mentioned), ambulance, hospitals, surgery, IVs]

🦊 Wooyoung:

My Aurora Wooyoung wakes up sick – literally. He is feeling awful but his captain makes it better. [CW: emeto]

I don’t wanna stop until the break of dawn Wooyoung is sick, again. Seonghwa corners him only to find him burning up and overwhelmed. [CW: mentions of death]

🧸 Jongho:

I want to feeling my life Jongho is not doing well on ISAC day but he doesn’t want to burden his hyungs. Luckily Stray Kids' Seungmin notices and gets his Lee Know-hyung who helps the ATEEZ maknae. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto]

I know, I’m with you, lean on Jongho and Hongjoong suffer from food poisoning on the way to an MV filming. [CW: emeto]

💎 Seventeen 💎

Whole group:

I love my team, I love my crew I While filming on a small sailing boat a few SVT members start feeling sick - the very contagious norovirus is the most likely reason. [CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness] I love my team, I love my crew II Seungcheol, Jeonghan and the manager check on the sick members. The group has to decide how to go on as all are at risk of contagion. [CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness] I love my team, I love my crew III Priority is to get the sick members comfortable. [CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness, nightmares] I love my team, I love my crew IV Jeonghan quickly learns that taking care of so many sick members is a hard task, even with a medic helping them out. [CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness, fainting, IVs] I love my team, I love my crew V Jun receives bad news. [CW: emeto, high fevers, IVs] I love my team, I love my crew VI Jeonghan and Jun are faced with deciding which member receives the last medication. [CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness, fevers, IVs]

🍚 Woozi/Jihoon:

I’m tryin’ to hold on Wonwoo and Seungcheol notice that Woozi isn't feeling well during a filming. While he manages to push through the aftermath gets worse. [CW: emeto]

Stay here with me After staying up with a sick Hoshi during In the Soop Jihoon catches his stomach bug, which causes a very unpleasant ride home. [CW: emeto]

🧭 Stray Kids 🧭

Whole Group:

Stray Kids Headcanons - Emeto Stray Kids Headcanons - Food poisoning

🐰 Lee Know:

Please don't care about me, it's okay Minho doesn’t feel well all evening and when he gets sick at night he reluctantly asks for help from his Channie-hyung. [CW: emeto]

🥟 Hyunjin:

I’ll never make you lonely Chan wakes up to a sick Hyunjin in the middle of the night. [CW: emeto]

🐶 Seungmin:

I’m afraid, I’m in pain, I’m okay After all the concerts and travels Seungmin gets an ear infection: He can either stay behind in America or attempt the painful plane travel with his members… [CW: emeto, medics, IVs]

You got me losing patience Seungmin slips on stage and to make matters worse, it’s because he is already sick with the stomach flu. Getting treatment at the hospital doesn’t go well. [CW: emeto, injuries, blood, needles, hospitals]

🌹 The Rose 🌹

Whole group:

The Rose Headcanons - Motionsick The Rose Headcanons - Sick but not sick enough to stay home

🤍 Woosung/Sammy:

'Cause everybody fears the one Hajoon has got the stomach flu – bad thing is: Woosung is terribly emetophobic. Jaehyeong comforts his hyung. Companion piece to Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. [CW: emeto, panic attacks, emetophobia]

Deep inside my complex mind Backstory to ‘Cause everybody fears the one and Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. Woosung is sick with the stomach flu for the first time with the members and the panic gets too much. [CW: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, emeto, fainting, panic attacks, emetophobia, paramedics, ambulances, hospitals]

I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way I I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way II Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure. [CW: injury, fainting, hospitals, nausea, emeto, IVs]

Don't forget when you were a child Woosung returns home to his eomma to relax during his time off. His stomach has other ideas. [CW: emeto]

❤️ Dojoon/Leo:

Oh, love is something good for us to share ATEEZ’ Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (ATEEZ - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

🩵 Hajoon/Dylan:

Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now Hajoon starts feeling sick at night and is unable to leave the bathroom. Loneliness and guilt plague him as Jaehyeong is focused on the panicked Woosung whose emetophobia Hajoon triggered. Companion piece to ‘Cause everybody fears the one. [CW: emeto, guilt]

It’s better to be held than holding on Hajoon nearly throws up during the Q&A before a concert, is unable to keep anything down and still - despite his members worries - he insists on performing for Black Roses. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto]

I'm under cold rain again After a week of vacation with his parents Hajoon is ready to see his members again. But instead he is sick, a few hours away, alone and the security guards are more than rude to him. All he wants to be is home. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto, idol mistreatment]

💙 Hajoon Insecure Series:

Angel During a concert Hajoon suddenly starts feeling lonely and separated from his members. [CW: low self-esteem] Nauseous Hajoon overhears a conversation between his members that wasn’t for his ears. [CW: low self-esteem] Eclipse Why is Woosung so kind to him when hours ago he wanted to get rid of him? [CW: low self-esteem, faking sick, "migraine", mentions of "nausea"] Take Me Down Hajoon accidentally burns his hands, making himself useless as a drummer. [CW: low self-esteem, burns, intentional worsening of pain] Sorry Getting drunk is the only way Hajoon feels like he can deal with everything. [CW: low self-esteem, drunkness, alcohol consumption, emeto] Alive Was there truly a use for the Blue Rose? [CW: low self-esteem, loneliness] Sour It’s time to say what he needs to say. [CW: low self-esteem] Time Is it the last time I hold your hand? [CW: low self-esteem]

Eclipse - Gold Star The director's cut of Eclipse.

🩷 Jaehyeong/Jeff:

Individual masterlists:

Fairy's Masterlist - ATEEZFairy's Masterlist - Stray KidsFairy's Masterlist - The Rose Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN Fairy's June of Doom 2024 Fairy's Sicktember 2024

Here is the link to the Request list for Fairy for an idea of upcoming fics!

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Summary: Crosshair meets a Jedi that catches his eye. Too bad he fucked up his first impression. Was it his poor attempts to show off? Was it her self righteous attitude? Or is all this just because he thinks she's pretty? Whatever it was, things started off on the wrong foot and now he's trying to fix it.

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Things get a little steamy by the end of the chapter. Canon level violence and Crosshair being mean to a girl he likes.

Wc: 3.2k!!

(A/N): This is a Crosshair x Oc fic! My first time writing for him so I'm a little nervous but I'm really loving how this turned out! This is a little bit enemies to lovers but 🤫

Dasibri Taraay was a Jedi Knight of great renown. She'd been stationed across the Galaxy all throughout the clone wars. It was a never ending battle. She'd frequent many planets, offering aid whenever it was called of her without any hesitation. Granted she would of preferred to be back at the temple, not living in a slate of constant war zones like she was now.

She found herself in a small barren room, fit to be her bedroom for the duration of her stay on Dantooine. Being the only female around on base didn't bother her much, up until it came time to call it a night. Nothing sounded worse than spending the night in the barracks with the clone troopers.

While yes, she was very fond of them. And yes, she was quite friendly with some of them, it didn't mean that she was content with staying with them. Just as Master Windu had his own room, so did she.

Dasibri didn't care for spacious rooms and lush decorations. The room was bare, containing nothing but a small dresser and a bed. It was more than she would of even asked for. She'd of been more than content with a cot in the hallway. But this would do nicely. There was a single window that had shown with the moonlight.

Her stay on Dantooine wasn't over yet, that much she knew. As a matter of fact, Dasibri was certain she'd be staying quite a while longer. After the long day she'd had she thought it best to meditate before bed. To ready herself for rest and whatnot.

She was hovering only a mere few inches off the ground, deep in her own personal thoughts. She was trying to expel the emotions of the day, rid of the ones she wasn't proud of: Except that was when a loud knock sounded at her door. Despite the late hour, they knocked with a harrowing insistence. With a roll of her eyes, her feet hit the ground and she dropped from her meditation space. Dasibri went to answer the door. Before she even made it halfway across the room, she used the force to unlock it and send the door open.

She almost wished she hadn't.

Standing in her doorway was a clone, atleast she thought. He looked different from the others. His hair was cut short silver, and his facial markings weren't any she'd ever seen before. Dare she say it. He was quite handsome. Then she gazed down and saw the helmet he was holding in his hands.

Oh.

It was Crosshair. That very same clone from earlier that day. The longer she looked the more sense it made. The marking on his helmet matched his tattoo. Not to mention the look on his face seemed to make a lot more sense. This was the one who was starting to make a home under her skin. He made her crawl with agitation. And he was getting very good at it.

"Crosshair." The Jedi stated. She took a deep breath, she approached the door and looked up to him. "Who do I have to thank for sending you here?" She said, sarcasm nipping in her tone. Granted, it was a lot harder now that she could see his face, see his eyes staring into hers.

The clone spoke up, his stance rigid and he hid his nerves well. "I thought it would be best to check up on you after rounds. Make sure I didn't rough you up too much" He said to her. He looked down at her, eyes raking over her body. She looked different than she had hours ago, her hair was down and still slightly damp, she wore different robes, and her face was clean and free of any dirt or soot. And she certainly didn't seem as uptight as she did before. "I wanted to see how you were holding up.. after earlier." He confessed.

Dasibri was quickly reminded of the mornings and the rest of the days happenings on the field. A shower had certainly helped to ease the ache in her body but remembering the event caused a phantom pain.

-Earlier that morning-

Debris and dirt filled the air as explosions sparked across the battlefield. Dasibri raised her arm to cover her eyes, she tried not to breathe it all in. Things weren't looking too good, which made sense, it was exactly why they called in reinforcements. Except, they hadn't only just called her in.

Dasibri had surely never heard of the clones that she was meant to accompany before. She hadn't know a think about them up until her debrief when she was already on world and they were standing in the room with her. The experimental Clone Unit 99 had left her feeling uneasy. Dasibri liked things concise and particular. A troop such as this did little to comfort her. Introductions had been brief, there was barely even a plan by the end of it. She stared over the battlefield. Watching as droids and troopers went against each other, a voice came up behind her, loudly in fact.

Arc Trooper Echo, a solider she'd met and fought alongside many moons ago, yelled across the field. Commanding the attention of everyone in earshot and on his communications to boot. "Couple of rogue Clankers! Incoming!" Echo called in warning. He certainly didn't go unheard. In fact, everyone acted accordingly.

Quickly, almost simultaneously as Dasibri ignited her saber, Wrecker drew his machete, Hunter his gun, and Crosshair lifted his rifle. Everyone took their stances, ready for the war that lied ahead of them. The group stood in a tight formation, each within an arms reach of eachother.

Dasibri eyed the situation with precision, focusing on the incoming droids. Up until a cool low baritone reverberated in her ear.

"Relax. I'll handle this." Crosshair called out. He effortlessly raised up his rifle and with a heavy thud, he unceremoniously dropped it onto the Jedis shoulder. Groaning at the initial impact and weight that was dropped onto her shoulder, she shifted. It weighed her down, pulled her shoulder lower. Before she could fully complain Crosshair began to shush her. "Quiet. Hold still" he grumbled. He looked down the scope and rather gingerly fired several shots.

Each one making contact and destroying every droid he had shot at with a perfect accuracy.

Dasibri almost immediately shoved the rifle off her shoulder. He removed his finger from over the trigger just in time. She let gravity take it. "You got quite an eye there" the Jedi said watching as Crosshair quickly lunged to grab his weapon. His hands wrapped around the scope of the gun, holding it tightly. He turned to stare at her, aggravated with her already. She certainly didn't sound impressed. The recoil had felt unbearable. It had wracked through her entire body.

Crosshair looked her up and down. As if he hadn't cared to finally notice her till now. As if he didn't just use her as his own personal rifle rest. An arrogant chuckle left him. " of course I do." He sneered. He watched her through the slit in his visor and looked over her face. Her grey eyes studied him. The way they narrowed at him almost felt like a challenge. One he would certainly try and live up to.

She rolled her shoulder and winced. An ache traveled down her back. "Do something like that again and I'm gonna start forgetting whose side you're on." She threatened. She grimaced as she moved her arm and held her lightsaber tightly. Her gaze shifted to stare intently at his helmet, the markings, the scratches, she took a particular interest in staring into the visor.

Crosshair leaned onto his rifle. Letting it support nearly his entire body weight as he leaned forward, hovering over the Jedi to shoot her a response. He knew that she couldn't see through his visor and see his eyes, but it was like she saw right through him anyway. Through his very psyche. His voice projected from his helmet. "Noted." He finally said.

Dasibri took a single deep breath before she walked away from him. From them all. As a Jedi Knight of her skill, she prided herself on her ability to keep her own peace. She carried grace and serenity in her very step. And for some reason, since the moment she laid eyes on this clone, she was agitated. Before she even had a reason too, she didn't like him. And he certainly wasn't helping his case.

This team of clones was unbearable. To her at least. They were arrogant. Who cares if they had a one hundred percent success rate? So did she. In all of her years in the order, Dasibri had never not delivered. These clones thought that they could do whatever they wanted.

Not on her watch.

Dasibri was well aware that her head should of been in the field. She should of been planning her strategies. And yet instead she was fuming over this sharpshooting clone and his team of equally weird defects. They were enhanced, and they were cocky. It was a combination she didn't like.

She looked to the other side of the battle field. Her own troopers were on their way to a certain victory. But she could see the cracks in their formations, in the back of her mind she could see exactly how they could lose. She rushed to their aid, desperate to assist and guide them to get another win. As her saber extended from the hilt she ran into the battle.

It had been a near full day that the battle raged on. Hours upon hours of mindless fighting. The sun had set long ago and and it was almost impossible to see any of the enemy droids coming.

The shine of a green lightsaber illuminated the area around the Jedi. She kept herself centered, even as her muscles ached and her body drained, she kept going. She couldn't see any droids around her, she held her blade out ahead of her. Dasibri moved in circles. She couldn't see them, but maker could she feel them. She could sense them, hear the ticking of their insides and the metal that made them. Rather tired and wanting this to end, she reached out with the force.

The four droids rose into the air, hovering feet off the ground and came raising straight towards her. As she raised her saber to strike, each droid had been blown back a few feet, all before her lightsaber even touched them. She stared dumbfounded.

Before she should think, before she could even blink, blaster fire whizzed past her face. Effectively hitting one of droids heads and sending it directly into another. It was a near instant display, the shot made contact, it flung the debris into another droid, and they both combusted. Dasibri heaved out a breath as the fire was all that was left to illuminate the field.

She looked back to where the blaster shots had come from. High atop his perch, laid Crosshair. His rifle in hand as he looked through his scope, looking for any more droids below him. He couldn't see anything.

It was finally over.

But that felt like it was so long ago. It had only been a mere few hours since the battle finally came to an end. Now, Crosshair stood in the doorway of her makeshift bedroom, staring her down. He had walked into the room, completely unwelcome. He stood silently. Not sure what else to really say. He just stared, watching the water droplets fall from the girls dark hair.

He fished a toothpick out from his case on his belt. His words came out soft, much softer than he intended. "You put on a good show out there. Pretty good, for a Knight" He hummed. He watched the way her eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you alright? Seems you took a lot of damage today" he asked her, closing the door behind him.

Dasibri looked at the now closed door, making a mental note of it. She looked up at him her eyes looking over his face, still getting used to seeing him without the helmet. "I'm alright. A little sore. But nothing a good nights rest won't fix." She said with a solid nod. She kept her eyes fixed on him, still looking over his tattoo, his eyes, and how he kept that toothpick in between his almost snarled lips.

Crosshair inhaled deeply as he stood in the room. It was rather stuffy and the air was saturated with the smell of a Jedi's incense. He could just see the end of it burning out along the windowsill. "That's good. Don't think I'd ever hear the end of it otherwise." He grumbled. His eyes cast down and immediately took notice of the small smile that pulled on the girls face.

He found himself rather sheepish after that. Not that she'd ever know. His stare remained the same.

Dasibri looked around the room and took a long awkward breath. "So... are you and your friends sneaking out or turning it in for the night?" She asked arching a brow. Antics like this weren't too common but they did happen. And these clones seemed just the type.

"Is that of any interest to you?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. What would she care if 99 went off world or even a town over. He stepped closer, looking down at her. Her eyes looked different, no longer were they as hard as durasteel, with the perfect color to match . They were softer and yet dare he to say it, tired. The longer he looked the more his mind wandered. He had to keep his sarcastic words and inappropriate responses at bay. But he wouldn't end up keeping them to himself.

She stared up at him, not sure how to respond. The mischievous glint in his eyes, gave off an impression she couldn't quite follow. Dasibri was well aware of what could happen come morning. But the way his jaw set as he bit onto that stupid little twig. She wasn't sure if she was blushing. "If it was?" She finally spoke. She was trying to be as vague as possible for the sake of deniability should this turn out unfavorably.

Maybe he was reading things the wrong way. But Crosshair made up his mind. He tossed the toothpick to the ground with one hand, and with the other pulled the Jedi Knight closer. Crosshair shifted his weight and leaned down. "You know" he shared trying to hide his excitement. "I always wanted to ruin a Jedi" his poker face fell and a smirk was all that was left. Nothing but his arrogance and his want. It might have been the most attractive thing Dasibri had ever seen. He was so forward... and his change of tone shocked her. The way his voice dropped was whole other variable she didn't have the time to even process.

The Jedi looked up at him. She hadn't felt intimidated by a clone like this in a long time. Granted these circumstances were... different. The feeling of his hand against her neck accompanied with the near scowl on his face as he leaned down to look her right in the eyes.

"Ruin? I don't think you'd quite know just what to do with me." Dasibri said slyly. She could see the shift in his eyes, watching his jaw clench. Those eyes, though... Dasibri had met a lot of clones, but none like him. The way he looked at her was strange. His stare was intense, but the longer they seemed to keep the banter going she could see his eyes softening. See his pupils grow wider. The barrier between them was breaking down. Being torn apart with their words and their own bare hands. She could of jumped his bones right then.

He scowled, and a cold chuckle left him. This girl had no idea what she was starting with him. Cross looked down at her, taking a deep breath. Her grey eyes drew him in further. "I'll tell you now.." he started, stepping closer. He was making sure his intentions were crystal clear. "I've never let a poor girl go unsatisfied." He stated simply. "Something tells me girls like you dont get around too much." He told her with a smile. It was downright sinister.

"Something tells me you haven't met a lot of girls like me" she quipped. Dasibri was part of the top bracket of Jedi Knights, there weren't many like her to start with. Most Jedi chose celibacy in fear of creating romantic attachments. However, Dasibri had never had such problems. She didn't suffer from such afflictions. Not yet anyhow. "You sure like to talk though" She laughed pulling from him a bit. She was still trapped in his grip.

That pulled a laugh out of him. Crosshair was many things, talkative wasn't one of them. "I can do other things besides talk" he hummed. His armored and gloved hand reached out and moved her hair behind her shoulder, his eyes narrowed in on the skin of her neck. His gaze traveled further down until her skin was covered by the fabric of her robes. He was still checking her for a bruise. His fingers pulled at the taught fabric, ruining the tight precision of her appearance as he tugged. "No bruise?" He asked her. His eyes slowly raked over the skin.

It all felt so wrong. The action alone had her turning scarlet. Dasibri was practically holding her breath as he started to mess with her robes. All of her tabards and tunics were secured thoroughly, just as they always were. But once he started to mess with that... it felt scandalous. It was like he was defacing her image, her entire religion. She would never admit just how wet it was making her.

"No." Dasibri scoffed as she remembered the incident. She grabbed the collar of her beige tunic and pulled it back to cover her shoulder. But the damage was already done, because as she tugged the robes over her shoulder, the displaced fabric left a generous gap over her chest.

Crosshair let out a low whistle as he looked down. "Do you want me to keep doing the dance?" He asked leaning down close. Eye to eye. He could see the girl study the marking around his eye. "Or can't I just get you out of these now?" He asked reaching towards her utility belt. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed the center button and opened it.

Releasing a breath it felt like she held for an eternity. Dasibri leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers. Cross almost stumbled, not shocked but taken aback by the force of it. All bets were off once their lips connected. Almost immediately his hands made it to her waist, unwrapping her obi that was snuggly wrapped around her stomach. After that, the rest of her robes fell with general ease. All that was left was the loose binding around her chest.

His eyes trailed to her shoulder again, silently checking once again for a mark. It was a quick moment. Less than a few seconds later he began to take off his armor. His helmet had been long abandoned after he entered the room. Each heavy piece of wear was discarded and thrown carelessly to the floor. Down to his under armor, Cross pulled away from the Jedi to pull his shirt over his head.

It was her turn to gawk and stare.

"Enjoying the show?" Cross drawled out as he dropped the black fabric to the floor. Not that he required a confidence boost, but watching and being able to see her stare at him was quite nice. That same smirk from earlier returned to his face as he grabbed ahold of her cheek and pulled her in closer for yet another hungry kiss.

Ahhhh this is the first Bad Batch thing I've actually posted! Hope you guys like! There might be a part two coming soon if I have some spare time! Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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